#thewholecrew

[headstrongblake]

[ CHOICE ]  receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s / kassy and nick :'))))))))))))))))))))))) / @thewholecrew

it's the most agonizing twelve and a half minutes as nick races to kassy's apartment complex. cursing and berating himself for giving this fucking stalker a chance to get near her. he can't touch her. can't hurt her. can't have her. the tormenting thoughts drive him faster as he shoves the spare key into the glass door, nearly snapping it off with force as he rushes inside. his heart hammers in his chest as he takes the stairs two at a time, climbing higher as he rushes through the stairway door to get to kassy, her phone still where she'd abandoned it. the sight alone nearly stops him in his tracks. the last thing he'd heard was the crashing of her phone, her terrified no. bile rose in his throat as he pulled his weapon once he reached her door. "fuck," he cursed when he tried the door, fishing as quick as he could for the spare key again before he burst inside.

"kassy!" he called out, gun raised as he moved into her apartment. her struggle with the bastard is evident with the rug shifted at the doorway, and his mouth ran dry as he moved further inside. where? his anxiety burned brighter, eyes widening as he heard kassy's fearful screams and pleas. instantly, nick darted toward her bedroom, rage and adrenaline overtaking every thought beyond kassy's safety. he's in her fucking bedroom. gripping the handle, nicklas expected to throw open the door and immediately kill her attacker, but to his sudden rush of fear, something prevented his entry.

with all the force he could muster, nick slammed himself against the door, busting it and sending kassy's desk chair flying toward her rugs. catching a quick sight of her, "kass--," came from him, but before nick could get her full name out, her stalker knocked him square in the temple with the empty vase she always had on her dresser, effectively shattering it against his skin. with a groan, nick stumbled, blinking back the stars that clouded his vision, giving the stalker a chance to attack him violently to the ground while his gun slid across the floor.

while trying to block wild, uncoordinated fists, nick shouted, "get outta here kassy! go, kassy, go!" swiftly, nick managed to gain the upper hand as the two tumbled around on the floor, nicklas switching places to deliver bone-shattering force against the man's body. crystal hues snapped toward kassy for a single moment, just one second, as she scurried out of her bedroom. but in that brief second, her attacker delivered a forceful blow to his stomach, forcing all the air out of nick's lungs. he coughed and groaned as his elbow and forearm pressed against the hardwood floor of her bedroom, shaking his head as he tried to regain his bearings. "kass..." he choked out, blood from his temple streaking down his face.

despite the persistent ringing in his ears, kassy's voice and struggle with this sick bastard register so clearly in his mind. get up, get up, get up, she needs you, get up!!! he shouted at himself internally, forcing his dizzied self up from the ground as he spun toward kass. the image of her stalker's hands on her echoes too closely to his father, driving nick to rush them. "you sick, fuckin' bastard!!" nick dove at the stalker's torso, forcefully shoving all three of them to the ground before the two aggressively came to blows. it wasn't until he felt the cool sensation of a blade against his throat that it registered that they might be in real trouble, his body tired and throbbing.

all the scenarios rush through his mind. quickly analyzing each outcome and every way he works through it, one of them gets hurt. but it can't be kassy. with his hand wrapped around the grinning man's throat, nick used his other to grip the hand that held the weapon, attempting to keep the blade from slicing into his skin. "run...kassy fucking run, leave!" he forced out because no matter what...she has to be safe. that's all that matters. the only thing that could matter.

[fatedtruths]

fitz && ward

he hates this . well , no , he hates it more whenever soemthing goes wrong . and things go wrong a lot . NO PLAN SURVIVES CONTACT ; that's what they say over at operations which was a very not reassuring comment to make . at least when things go wrong in labs they are in CONTROLLED environments ; he wasn't used to things going wrong out here yet . in the WORLD where people get hurt , where people die , where everything goes wrong badly .

so it's always worse in the middle of it going wrong but fitz hates the bit afterwards too . when the adrenaline wears off and everyone's exhausted and the trembling starts to set in as they all realise how close to the end they had been .

he's sitting on one of the sofas in the main living area . knees up to his chest with his chin on his knees as he fiddles with one of the DWARF drones . he doesn't hear ward coming   ( because he's like a bloody cat and never makes ANY noise like the bloody action man he pretends to be )       and the hand on the back of his head makes him jump , even if it's gentle . just as gentle as the kiss that is pressed just below his hairline and fitz finally relaxed again . swallowing thickly , eyes flickering up to look at @thewholecrew .      " we need t' get you a bloody bell . "

kisses . a kiss to the forehead , meant to soothe .

[deathvisited]

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.” / @ ver

𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 || @thewholecrew

her breathing was steady as she lay curled against him, her eyes still stinging from the bout of crying that had come out of nowhere. an anxiety attack, apparently, something she hadn’t ever really had to deal with. apparently being pregnant was bringing up all kinds of fears for herself, and now… “i’m not hungry,” she whispered, looking up at him. it was a problem, one they were fighting with constantly as the due date got closer and closer. when she was stressed she didn’t eat. it wasn’t good for the baby and grant constantly reminding her just irritated her as most things did these days. biting her lip she pulled slightly away, running a hand through her messy hair.

she was boiling up and it had her struggling to pull her sweater over her head. for most people she wasn’t big, for herself she was huge. her frame had always been far more petite than anything and with the growth to her breasts as well as her stomach she felt like she mostly rolled places rather than walked. tugging the sweater off with an irritated huff she threw it grumpily onto the ground. “i don’t want to eat,” she pouted, his eyebrow raising at her making her glare at him. she knew she had to eat, what with the braxton contractions and all the other stress eating was needed. she just…. had no appetite. swallowing she tried to snuggle closer and grant gave in, for a little while.

but then he was pulling back and she was left stranded and alone on the couch as he rose to go find her food she didn’t want. she ate enough that the baby would be fine, and wasn’t that what mattered at the end of the day? she hated this, and it had her arms crossing but even that was awkward. her body had been taken over by someone else and everything she did felt unnatural and as if she was moving around controlling something that wasn’t quite hers. she knew he was doing his best, but tears pooled in her ocean blue eyes, sniffling as she raised her hand to wipe the tears angrily away. she wanted to love being pregnant but her entire life was one stressful mess and now...

she sniffled again, angrily wiping away another stray tear as she pouted and her stomach turned at the smell of the cooking food. she just wanted to be cuddled, she wanted him to just care more about what she needed and not just what the baby wanted. was it that loss of understanding that she needed things too? probably. grant had always been extremely attentive to her needs, the things she wanted, but he seemed to put her own needs aside and focus on what the baby needed more, and that honestly scared her. was it going to be like that after the baby was here too? was she going to be forgotten and neglected in favour of her child? it was a selfish thought and she hated herself for thinking it, but she mattered too, didn’t she? she wasn’t just a baby inoculation center, she was a person with feelings and needs of her own.

tears rolled down her face, and so by the time he came back with the food she’d been managing to stomach she was crying quietly, curled up around her big belly. “go away,” she mumbled the words as she hid in her soft blanket, not wanting to talk to him, or eat his stupid food, or deal with the fact that he didn’t care about her anymore and only about the baby she was carrying. 

[defectiveparts]

@thewholecrew asked: i keep forgetting that relationships are supposed to be something you want. meme.

"uh---"

see, the thing is, buck's used to random women coming up to him at bars. it's a thing that happens more than he really cares to admit, especially now that he's out of his buck 1.0 era. he doesn't really do clubs anymore for that reason, doesn't do bars all that often either. he's only here because it had been a really long week and if he didn't drown his feelings in alcohol he was going to do something potentially stupid. when all of his friends had turned up busy, he'd decided to still go. it wasn't like he needed company. he could manage. but, well. sitting alone left him vulnerable. open to attack. he had just thought it'd be something a little bit.. different.

"well, yeah. unless it's a different kind of relationship, which--- to each their own. but. romantic relationships generally should be something that each of the people in it want."

he taps his fingers on the small table, eyes lingering on the woman across from him as he debates. she looks fairly sober, more frustrated than anything, and buck can't help the twinge of remorse he feels for her and the revelation that she's just come to.

"want a drink?" he holds up his empty glass, tilting it from side to side. "i was just about to grab another."

[damagedtoysoldier]

bucky && ward

he remembers , as vaguely as he remembers most things while he was THE WINTER SOLDIER ,   hearing stories of sleeper agents within shield , hydra , whatever they want to call it . he remembers garrett bragging , but he remembers the constant excuses AGAINST his asset being put into the strike team alongside rumlow and rollins .

and the other fuckers that bucky couldn't stand .

but looking at @thewholecrew now , at GRANT WARD , bucky thinks he suddenly understands why .   because there was nothing about the man he was looking at now that screamed hydra . and no one supposedly fully brought in under their own will would change that fast .

“ The backyard’s getting rather crowded with corpses. “

he couldn't help it ,  he snorted . hands digging into jacket pockets and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth . oh he knows that he doesn't mean literally . . . well he is pretty sure that he doesn't mean it literally . but that didn't stop him .   " i don' have a clean up crew anymore , pal . you're barking up the wrong crazy hit man. "

house of yes .

[wcrriorhearts]

Even entering the shop feels weird. Like she is out of place in a world made of pink and baby blue, parents shopping for their little ones around them with purpose and ideas in mind, while Daisy feels oddly lost. They have made a list of what they need, after googling for hours, but it still feels surreal, no matter how big her belly is by now. Their lives were so chaotic and dictated by SHIELD a short while ago, that this mundane thing now appears impossible. She wonders if that feeling will ever go away, or if she'll still think that way when the baby is 18. "Do you have the list?", she asks Grant, holding her hand out for him to take.

@thewholecrew

[boogiebuttonbaron]

The latest pin set available in my shop! Collect one or collect them all! #boogiebuttonbaron #dumbo #poohbear #stitch #olaf #marie #donald #pluto #mickey #minnie #thewholecrew (at Boogie Button Baron) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHlDxhAhP3Z/?igshid=l4hmi2izrikv

[librarydweller]

I haven't had all my dolls out in a while! #thewholecrew #notposed #dontgiveafuck #bjd #abjd #balljointeddoll

[crookedcowboynerd]

Anyone who says pets are easy can go suck an egg! 😡 #drugsfordays #thewholecrew #contagion #furbabies

[russellembruncan]

Posted @withregram • @thesweetcarolinebakery Can you tell me how to get... #howtogetto #sesamestreet #bigbird #cookiemonster #elmo #grover #thewholecrew #cupcakes #themed #fun #happybirthday #birthdayfun #brightcolors #sesame #street #yum #thankful #bestclients #womanownedbusiness #mommybakes #supportlocal #supportsmallbusiness #sharethelove❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CQHsjYSlR0O/?utm_medium=tumblr

[manaraservices-blog]

Custom coloured doors to match the exact colour of the eve drops and window frames around the house. #bigjob, #workinginthesnow, #snowydays❄️, #thewholecrew, #makingithappen, #specialorder, #letitsnow, #nothinggonnastopus, #garagedoorexperts, #weknowwhatwedo, #highlift, #overlapping, #novembersnow, #360days, #weworkallyear, #suchaperfectday, #lovelyweather, #doublewidedoors, #highdoors, #clopaydoors, #colourblast, #carriagelook, #newconstruction, #newconstructionhomes, #innisfilbeach, #innisfilhomes, #worktrucks (at Innisfil, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqTCITXgaIa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1clo2zsyjttml

[headstrongblake]

what did you say your last name was? / nate & octavia / @thewholecrew

darkened emerald hues glared at the man in front of her, the tip of her dagger fully tapping just underneath his chin before she directed the tip towards his jugular. " i didn't. " she said without a hint of amusement. too wary of how this stranger had gotten down into the clubhouse without being seen, let alone who he was. as far as she was aware, the gang hadn't opened their doors to any new members. & maybe she doesn't know for sure. it's not like they run their operations by her or anything. perhaps he is a new member but in all honestly, she's still reeling from the way kassy had been attacked in her own home by the creep who thought she owed him something. no, once again, unless octavia knew the person directly...everyone looked suspicious. especially strangers poking around in her family's clubhouse.

" if i'm not back up there in the next ten minutes...my people are going to come down here, so, guess you've got....oh, i don't know, " octavia pondered, narrowing her eyes as she kept her knife steady. she told kassy & grant she just needed a minute away from the thundering music and that she was going to grab her jacket she'd left in the clubhouse earlier before having a toke outside. eventually...they'd come looking for her. " let's say five minutes to convince me you're not some threat...or...they'll kill you." she shrugged casually. " if you evade that, then maybe you might get a name. " though she severely doubted it.

[fatedtruths]

fitz && ward

oh . oh . it worked ! he means , well , he was going to get it to work eventually but experience dictates that sometimes 'eventually' could be quite a few long months with not a lot of sleep and last minute brainwaves when he should be sleeping . it wasn't usually this simple and really he was still confused that this first thought had worked first time .   " that's good . "   he finds himself saying . scratching at his jaw , rubbing the edge of one finger over his mouth as the corners of his lips twitch upwards into a grin .

he is finally standing still . still in the aftermath of the rush to find a solution . only then he noticed how close @thewholecrew was now and the hand held up in his direction .     " oh ! "   and his pleased smile widened into a grin as he returned the high five . a quiet ' ow ' follows , muttered under his breath as the skin on the palm of his hand now stung but it wasn't entirely bad .

" that was ..... unnervingly simple . like the bus version of turning it off and on again which we could do mid-flight but i . . . wouldn't recommend it ."

[ high five ] sender gives receiver a congratulatory high five

[defectiveparts]

@thewholecrew asked: are you okay? meme.

a breathless little laugh leaves his lips at the question, humor long gone as he turns his head slightly to look at the person who has decided to check up on him. buck doesn't recognize them, but that's not surprising seeing as he had made the decision to drive thirty minutes out of his way to a bar where he hopefully wouldn't be recognized. of course, he hadn't put much thought into the kindness of strangers. or maybe he just looked that pathetic. regardless, he wasn't sober enough to lie and he was just this side of tipsy that pouring his heart out to someone who didn't know him, whose judgement wouldn't matter in the long run, sounded ilike a good idea.

"i'm so far from okay," he admits, the words just this side of a slur. it's not from the alcohol, not really; it's the emotional build up from the last few weeks that he's just kept pushing down deeper and deeper until a horribly intense shift finally unearthed it all at once. he's honestly surprised he hasn't burst into tears yet. "i feel like it's only fair to warn you that i'm about to unload about a month's worth of emotional baggage on you if you just keep standing there, man."

[curiouslyconfused]

Buster, Hunter, Jax, Munchies and Posey🐾💚 • https://www.rover.com/sit/keyrabutler PromoCode: DOGLOVER21120 • #HouseSitting #TheWholeCrew #PNWPetSitter #CatsOfInstagram #DogLoversOfInstagram (at Salmon Creek, Washington)

[wcrriorhearts]

@thewholecrew said: “ marry me, daisy. marry me and make me the luckiest man in the world. “ / grant & daisy :'))))

It is late, Bear sound asleep in his bed next to the couch - which he will vacate the second Daisy and Grant decide to go to bed - but his two humans are still awake. They've spent the day painting a few rooms in the house and ended the evening with pizza and cheap wine they found in a cupboard, but it's been a perfect night nonetheless. They have sat in front of the couch for hours, chatting, eating and sipping wine, until Daisy forced Grant to his feet and ordered him to dance with her, because she felt like it. It's out of his comfort zone normally, but he gave in to her anyway, which ended with them slow dancing through the living room at 1am, still covered in paint and dirt from the day.

This is exactly how Daisy expected love to be when she was younger. Effortless, perfectly imperfect and wholesome. Despite their rocky past, they have carved out a small piece of heaven for themselves lately and there's nowhere she would rather be, than here. Both of them have been postponing going back to work, because something that used to consume their lives suddenly feels inconsequential. They wasted so much time saving the world, that both of them entirely neglected living their own lives to an extend that made it worth living for, but this love has given it meaning again.

Grant has been quiet for a long moment, dark eyes trained on her in the dimly lit living room, before he speaks and Daisy freezes mid dance. They've never talked about marriage and she never expected him to care much about it. Sometimes everything they have built still feels fickle and fragile, because he has moments in which she knows he believes himself to be unworthy of all this. So for him to ask her - that is unexpected and Daisy doesn't quite know how to react. She never imagined herself in this position, for some reason. So she blinks and stares back at him, searching his face for a clue that this might be a joke, but he is entirely serious. "Oh, you're serious", she mutters, before cupping his face, a smile slowly spreading on her face. "Yes. I will marry you, Grant Ward! But only under one condition: you will finally accept that we are endgame. No more making yourself believe you don't deserve this and that it won't last. I'm in it for the long run, okay? You and me, until we're old and wrinkly."